Disclaimer: This is a fictional story set in a fictional location. It's an on-going story of two young men, a farmer's boy and a bully, as their relationship develops.
Kole sat looking at the carts of groceries as he contemplated how his life had gone off track. He was going to college to study agri-business. He would make more money farming than his Dad had done. But then, after only two years of college, the unthinkable had happened. His Dad developed cancer and passed away quickly. His Mom sold the farm, moved back to the city where she grew up and continued teaching school, only now in the city. The city just wasn't the place for Kole.
Kole managed to afford a small apartment in the small town, close to the old farm. He got a job in the curbside department of the local grocery store. Sometimes he filled the orders, but mostly he loaded the groceries into the customer's car. Every day he still looked like the farmer kid: Wrangler jeans, brown square toe Ariat cowboy boots, only now there was no ball cap, and his shirt had the grocery store logo.
But his mind longed for the past, where he knew his life's plan. He was so consumed with farming in high school that he never dated, rarely attended school events, and loved the outdoor work that came with farming. The hard work had made him muscular and tanned and with his dirty blond hair and brown eyes, every now and then someone would tell him he looked very handsome. He'd just turned 21, not that he had celebrated the fact, last month.
Today was especially miserable. It was a hot southern summer's day with popup rain showers. It seemed every time it started raining, he had to take an order to a customer. He would grab the store-supplied poncho and head out. The poncho didn't help much. He was damp from just below his crotch down. His hair was wet. Then came one last order and then he could clock out and go home. "J. Foster" was the name. The only Fosters he knew were the family that owned the local car dealership, the dealership where his pickup came from 15 years ago. He assumed Mrs. Foster was outside waiting for her groceries.
He grabbed the cart and headed out. Of course, it was pouring rain. And the wind had kicked up blowing the rain up and under his poncho. Water was running down inside the poncho. He was getting wet everywhere it seemed. He watched his boots, which should have been out on the farm, instead splashing through puddles in the parking lot as he headed to the parking spot where a new Jeep Grand Cherokee was sitting with dealer tags. As he approached the rear hatch popped open. He started loading the groceries as he'd done so many times before.
Then suddenly beside him, under a large golf umbrella, was J. Foster. It wasn't Mrs. Foster. It was Jacob Foster, the Foster's only son (there were two older daughters) who was about a year older than Kole. Kole and Jacob had attended different schools because they lived on opposite sides of the county line. But Jacob was well known -- the relatively wealthy family, the good looks. Lots of people were envious of Jacob. But yet it was Jacob, standing beside him, handsome as ever with dark hair and dark eyes in a black polo shirt, khakis, and cowboy boots (shiny, pointed toe expensive boots, possibly Lucchese, that Kole could only dream of owning) and holding an umbrella to make Kole's miserable job easier. Noticing Kole's name badge, Jacob introduced himself "Hi, Kole. I'm Jacob." Jacob apologized for making Kole come out in the nasty weather, Kole expressed his gratitude.
The groceries were loaded. Jacob again apologized for ordering groceries on such a miserable day. Kole could tell Jacob was genuinely sorry. Then Jacob asked Kole when he was off work. Kole said he was finished now. The Jacob said "You must come over to my place. I'll whip up some dinner and we can have a couple beers." Kole stammered, "Sorry, I don't have a change of clothes and I'm soaked." Jacob would have none of it. "I've got a washer and dryer. It's the least I can do. I'll loan you something to wear while the laundry is going." "What the heck, I'm up for a couple beers" Kole thought.
After a bit more conversation, Kole returned to the store and clocked out. Then he was following Jacob's new Jeep across town in his pickup. The pickup was about all he had left of the farm. Why was Kole doing this? He guessed it beat feeling sorry for himself in his small apartment watching reruns on TV.
They arrived at a rather nice town house. Jacob and Kole hauled the groceries inside. Jacob again apologized to Kole who was soaked through and through. Kole thought he caught Jacob catching more than a passing glance at his rain-soaked crotch but decided he was probably imagining things.
Jacob directed Kole to the upstairs bathroom to shower. Jacob brought some clothes for Kole to change into. Kole stepped into the warm shower and felt better already. Jacob knocked and opened the door saying "Just gonna grab your wet clothes and boots."
Kole finished his shower and dried off. What he didn't see was Jacob sniffing Kole's underwear and boot socks as he headed toward the laundry room. The pungent odor of the socks intrigued Jacob. He then took a whiff of one of the boots. Wow, it was strong, somewhat nastier than Jacob had expected. Jacob started the laundry and put Kole's boots near an air vent where they could dry.
The clothes Jacob laid out for Kole weren't really Kole's style. A green polo shirt and fancy black underwear? Oh well, it all fit well enough and Jacob threw him a pair of socks. "Put on these socks and I'll find a pair of boots for you. We've got to go back out because I forgot something on my grocery list." Plus, to be honest Jacob wanted the handsome farm boy beside him to be wearing boots. "The boots make the man" Jacob thought to himself.
Jacob handed Kole a pair of black pointed toe Lucchese cowboy boots, slightly different from the ones Jacob was wearing and probably lizard or something else fancy. "Probably worth more than my truck" Kole thought to himself. He put the boots on and they fit fine. Kole commented "Guess it's lucky we are the same size!"
They hopped into Jacob's Jeep and headed down the street. Jacob pulled into the convenience store. He returned with a couple of brown paper bags and sat them in the rear seat. Jacob claimed back in and said, "I can't believe I invited you over for a beer when I didn't have any beer!"
To be honest, the beer wasn't at all important to Kole. He had beer a few times, but never more than a one per night. He was just enjoying relaxing with another person, something that was lacking in Kole's life. He certainly had little in common with his co-workers so the conversation there was minimal.
They returned to Jacob's place. Kole was directed to sit at the kitchen island where he could watch Jacob cook. An opened beer soon appeared in from of Kole. Jacob worked on a beer as he threw dinner together. The conversation soon brought out facts the other didn't know. Kole explained how farming kept him busy, how he never played sports, how he never even really dated, how much he missed the farm and his college career that was cut short after his Dad passed. Jacob explained that he would prefer to be known as Jake although that rubbed his family the wrong way, that he'd gotten a two-year business degree to help in the family business, and that he had played football in high school. Jacob even said that he was a shoo-in for Homecoming King but made it known that he didn't want the title and wouldn't show up if elected. Jacob also said he'd rather be driving a Wrangler than the Grand Cherokee his family's dealership provided. Jacob ended up doing more of the business work simply because his father would rather sell cars than keep books. Over the beers, two strangers bonded.
By the time the first beers were done, diner was ready and they ate at the kitchen island. "nothing fancy" Jake had said, but Kole hadn't eaten so well since his last trip to his Mom's. A second beer with dinner and Kole was starting to feel a slight buzz from the beer.
Jake suggested heading to the living room. Kole went in and sat on the couch. Jake followed and handed Kole a glass. Jake said "this is a great bourbon." Kole knew his Dad kept bourbon around, but he'd never tried it. Kole took a sip. It burned his mouth, throat, and stomach. Jake must have seen the look on his face and quickly returned with a glass of cold water. "Take a sip of the bourbon, then a sip of water. It will go down better that way until you get used to it."
It was obvious that after two beers and a healthy shot of bourbon, Kole was in no shape to drive. Jake directed Kole upstairs. Again, Kole felt Jake was starting at him, but this time at his butt and the borrowed boots.
Jake apologized for not have a guest room. The second bedroom was his office and game room. But Jake assured him the king size bed had plenty of room for them both. A clearly buzzed Kole removed his clothes and crawled under the covers. Jake said "Hope you don't mind if I sleep nude. It just feels better." Kole was surprised. Such a thought had never crossed his mind. For whatever reason, probably the alcohol, Kole reached under the covers and pulled off the borrowed black underwear and threw them on the floor.
Kole was tired from work. A full stomach and a little alcohol and he was soon fast asleep. A few hours later Kole woke up horrified. He'd somehow rolled over and was spooning Jake. To make matters worse, his dick was hard and jammed against Jakes's ass! Kole quietly rolled over to the edge of the bed and vowed to stay there until morning! Jake, however, noticed this and a smile crept across his face before he went back to sleep.
The next morning, Kole woke up to hear the shower running. Jake popped out wrapped in a towel. "Next!" he called. Kole showered up and when he exited the shower, he saw his clean clothes laying on the bed. His boots, now dried out, were also waiting for him. Kole slipped on his more traditional underwear (white Fruit of the Looms) then his Wranglers, socks and boots. But his t-shirt he wore under his work shirt was missing. He always wore one under his store shirt.
Jake popped back into the room, dressed the same as yesterday. Kole mentioned his missing shirt and Jake pointed down the hallway to the laundry room. "I must have left it in there." Kole got up, shirtless with his white underwear sticking out above of the top of his jeans. As he headed down the hallway, Jake came up behind him and grabbed the waistband giving Kole a wedgie. "Just like in high school!" Jake laughed as he kept lifting. You farm guys and your white briefs. I'd grab their underwear and lift until they were on their tiptoes, their boot heels lifted off the ground. Just like now. More fun than lifting weights!" Kole was embarrassed, mad, and for some odd reason slightly turned on by Jake's behavior-- which made him even more embarrassed as his dick was getting hard and Kole certainly didn't want Jake to see that! Kole heard his underwear ripping some, After Jake let go, Kole quickly unbuckled his pants and discretely pulled his underwear out of his ass best as he could, then grabbed his t-shirt, put both shirts on and headed for the door. "Thanks for a great time" he managed to stammer as he exited Jake's place. He sat in his truck a minute or two to gain his composure. What had happened? Why had he enjoyed himself so much? Why was his dick hard when he was in bed with Jake? Why was the wedgie (which Kole had never had before) so exciting? And now, as Jake waved as he came out the door to his Jeep, was Kole's dick starting to grow again?